look how they shine for you

On the prairies, the sky is so big that it swallows you up. Stretching from your left shoulder to your right. Wide open spaces, standing in the expanse of a Dixie Chicks song. It keeps you humble, a constant reminder that your life is small. Last night I looked up at the stars for the first time in months. I hung my head back and found the big dipper, tried to count the pin pricks of light. I breathed in campfire smoke and tasted marshmallows and thought a little bit about my own smallness. In this city walled in by mountains and buildings and trees and clouds, convinced of its own significance, it’s good to be reminded.